Comrades of the Key
From October 1923 QST
When the “quite hour” passes
And the BCL’s in masses
Are turning off their sets to go to sleep,
The Amateurs get busy
And the air becomes quite dizzy
As twenty thousand tubes begin to “peep”
But none can make a record
In that QRM so checkered,
As Amateurs first rush up the nite –
The DX guy waits longer
When his signals will be stronger
And fifteen thousand tubes have ceased to pipe.
The Glory of Transmittin’,
Just like the angels flittin’,
Is something only Amateurs can cite;
For to pound a key with feeling,
As the ammeter goes reeling,
Is certainly a glorious delight.
There’s something rich and splendid
In the friendship, never ended,
Existent with the comrades of the key.
They may never see each other
But each is still a brother
In this A.R.R.L. fraternity.
-- H.H. Lippincott, 2DH